Page 50 of Beauty's Monstrous Demons

He was busy, and somehow managed to round up all of our devices and grabbed me ice water. Samael is fucking incredible.

“It’s different for everyone,” Phenex says. I can feel as his knot slowly begins to soften, and my cunt clenches as if in an effort to hold onto it. “Fuck, Lorelei. Type faster, Samael.”

Tossing Phenex’s phone, he picks up mine, glaring when it opens instantly.

“We’re going to talk about installing a passcode on your phone,” Samael says, opening my email. “I’m going to blind copy everyone, and say that you’re deathly ill. It’s only a little white lie.”

Grunting in discomfort, I wince as my cramps begin to ramp up again.

“Okay,” I rasp. “Talk faster, Phenex. Ah, can you text Hailee at the club, please, Samael?”

The two of them nod, working in tandem together.

“Basically, as alphas, it’s our job to adore you and take care of you. Omegas are so scarce, I thought they no longer existed,” Phenex says quickly as Samael works. “I’m doing a bad job of explaining this because I know you’re in pain. Sometimes, when you’re upset, Samael or I will purr. That’s because we want to make you feel better, and it makes you feel safe. The reason you have our clothes all over our bed is because it makes you feel closer to us. Your instincts were riding you hard to set up what’s called a nest. It’s also why you made one in your closet because it was a tighter space where no one could surprise you.”

“We’re bound by scent, bite when it happens, and fate as scent matches,” Samael explains. “The bite means that we can tell when something is wrong or your emotions are high and vice versa. Being an omega is why you hate certain scents, things need to be a certain way, and Phenex and I knew how to give you those things.”

“And all monsters just know this? I’ve never heard of what an omega is,” I say.

“There was a plague about eight hundred years ago that began to kill omegas. They sickened and died over the next four hundred years, and they couldn’t stop it. The line ceased to exist. I know about it as a history teacher, and I’ve been focused on how it happened at all.”

“Or rather, obsessed,” Samael grunts, his fingers still moving. “I’m a little over a thousand years old. The history, the conversations surrounding it even though humans and monsters weren’t really accepted, I’ve heard it all. I stopped believing it was possible, though. Alecto, as you met, his wife was an omega.”

“We need to talk about him as well, Little One,” Phenex sighs. “We also need to discuss your other scent match that eludes us all.”

The rest of his knot slides out of me, and it doesn’t matter that he’s lazily thrusting his hips to fuck me, I want more.

“And time is up,” Samael says, sending the email and tossing it to the side. “He’s had you for long enough, I want you.”

Phenex kisses me until my eyes cross before pulling one of his dicks out of me. Scrambling onto my knees, I crawl to Samael, ready for him to make me see stars.

“She has high expectations of your dick,” Phenex says. Glancing over my shoulder, I watch as he props himself up on the pillows, fisting his slick covered cock as he watches us. “Make it good.”

“Telling all my secrets, I see how it is,” I tease him before climbing into Samael’s lap. “But please, feel free to rock my world multiple times, Samael.”

Grinning, he lifts my hips to rock me over the crown of his shaft. His tail teases my clit while he sucks on my nipples, determined to do just that. A cramp makes me half gasp, half scream in pain before he’s pulling me down on his cock. Slick pours out of my cunt, preparing the way for him, and he chuckles in that way that males have.

He’s very pleased with himself. I have to say, I am too, because I can tell he plans to give me everything I need and more.

Good alpha.

ALECTO

All I can think about is the girl with the colorless blue eyes and curves for days that smells like she’s mine. I destroyed my apartment two nights ago, attempted to get drunk all day today, and now am standing outside of Phenex’s apartment building.

I’m pissed because I found out that she didn’t go to class today, and she also didn’t make her shift. In fact, she called out for the next three days as of yesterday because she said she was “sick.”

I think that’s a load of horseshit.

I spent a glorious three hours stone drunk until it wore off. I’m confused as to how there is an omega who is mine when mine died so long ago. Frankly, I’m terrified of what this all means, but I want to find out.

I enjoyed speaking with Lorelei, teasing her, before my feelings became murderous. My chest has been sore for the last two days, aching because I hurt someone who is supposed to be part of me.

My soul feels differently, reminding me that you’re only supposed to have one love of your life. Just one shot to make the best of things. Dahlia was only thirty-two years old when she died. Granted, that was a good life expectancy for that time period, but I wanted forever with her.

Gazing up at the building in front of me with my hands shoved in my pockets, I scowl at it. The reality is that as a over three thousand year old demon, I’d like to think that I’m more emotionally aware than how I acted with Lorelei. Samael didn’t stop me from grabbing her, which means he didn’t believe that I’d kill her.

Even if every molecule in my body begged me to.

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